“She… she… she said the dessert was good,” I moan.
“Did she often comment on the food?”
I shake my head, my eyes closed as his fingers continue to drive deeper into me.
“Well?” he prods, twisting my nipple.
“She never spoke,” I gasp.
“Anything else I should know about?” he murmurs, with the air of someone who knows very well that thereissomething else.
“I… I’m pretty sure… pretty sure she’s the one who… who…” I take a deep breath, trying to pierce through the fog of arousal as his finger thrusts even faster than before. “She was… she was there.”
“Where?”
“When I stole the perfume.”
At that, his fingers still within me, and I whimper with frantic desire. But this information seems new to him. “The perfume bottle with the nanochip?” he questions.
“Yes. Please… oh, please…”
I grind against him, chasing the wave of pleasure that has suddenly disappeared. Luckily, his mind seems far away, or I’m sure he’d pull away and deny me altogether, just to drive me crazy.
At last he snaps back to the present, and kisses my earlobe.
“Good girl. I’m going to reward you now.”
My entire body thrills as he flips me around so I’m straddling him as I was before he denied me at the last minute out on the balcony. He kisses each of my nipples reverently, then crushes me to him as his cock penetrates me. I whimper loudly.
“Shh,” he whispers, then begins to fuck me.
Even in this position, he manages to thrust into me so hard and so fast that I’m out of breath. I can barely keep up, and he doesn’t want me to. One of his arms is wound around my back in a band of steel while the other grips my ass as he continues topump into me, making me see white every time he slams into my cervix.
But clearly he’s not fucking me as hard and as fast ashe’dlike. Before I have time to get used to this first position, he flips me over the side of the tub, and continues to pound into me faster than I thought possible.
“Damien!” I shriek, my cries turning into a loud whimper of pleasure.
He quiets me by bringing a hand to my nipple and twisting it. “Take it like a good girl,” he grunts, and unexpectedly, the words turn me on even more. What the hell?
I’m so overwhelmed by his cock filling me that I don’t even have time to think my usual thought.What the fuck is wrong with you, Seraphina Connor?
Moments later, it feels like, he’s switching it up again, rising from the bath and pinning me to the wall, his chest flush against my back. I shiver from the sudden cold, but his arms wrap themselves around me, part comfort, part restraint, as he thrusts into me.
This is the best position yet. I close my eyes, feeling safe and small in his arms even as my core turns to liquid desire.
The toe-curling pressure within me builds and builds as he continues to fill me, his cock impossibly large and long. I feel myself reaching the crest of the wave just as he begins to shudder around me, and we both come together, his seed filling me as I spasm with bliss.
He holds me like that for a while before withdrawing gently and folding me into a thick, warm towel.
“Happy homecoming, my darling,” he murmurs, and kisses me gently.
Then he carries me downstairs to the kitchen, where he’s laid out a feast. I guess that’s what he was doing while I was worried he’d deserted me. He punishes me while taking care of me.
I’m forcefully reminded of the last time he did that, after he beat me in the woods and I came home to find a cooked meal. But this time, the punishment is easier to bear, because I know that beneath it is love. At least, I’m pretty sure of it.
The pinprick of doubt is still there, but it feels increasingly easy to move past.
Damien might have left the bedroom, but I never left his thoughts. It’s a reassuring thought, though his punishmentsarepretty messed up.
